Alvin and the Chipmunks II
Epilogue; November 26: 9:12 AM
by hallhomestead
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story (The Chipmunks, Chipettes, Dave, Miss. Miller, etc,). This story made NO profit.
A/N: This is my first Alvin and the Chipmunks fanfic (as a matter of fact, this is my first fanfic ever) and it is 100 percent new movie (the CGI one).
As promised, here is the update, prompt on Monday! What do you say? It isn't Monday? Oh…well…I could have sworn…oh well. Here we go, the final installment of my little story. No, really this is the last chapter I'm writing for this story.
Ok, seriously! This IS the last chapter of the Alvin and the Chipmunks II saga. No "kindas" or anything about it…really. Look at the heading for the story; it says "complete". We're done. Finished. Over.
I know I've posted the "LAST" chapter about a dozen times, (as you all know, I had originally planned to end this story ten chapters ago) but this is the real deal. After this, it is over.
Of course, it isn't really over. (Hahaha! You should see the look on your face) No, I'm not a total liar. (Seriously, the look on your face is too funny), and those little paragraphs above this one aren't just blowing hot air, (really, I can't write with you looking at me with such a funny face) because this story is done.
But I do have some good news.
Yeah, I did just save a bunch of money of switching my car insurance, but I also got some even better news for you guys; I'll be starting Alvin and the Chipmunks 3 as soon as I finish writing this epilogue.
Now, to reassure those of you that wanted for me to write my cartoon fanfics first (if there are any of you out there, you didn't make yourselves or your opinions know when asked for them) I will be, as usual, writing cartoon fanfics for holidays, but I will also be writing down some longer stories in between chapters for Alvin and the Chipmunks 3 (the ones I came up with in Virginia) that I will be posting.
Ok, enough blabbing, onto the epilogue!
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Ian sighed as he sat down next to the still nameless Englishman.
Ian looked at the man for a few seconds, waiting for him to say something. When the old man remained silent, Ian scratched his chin and looked around the café they were sitting in.
The tiny coffeehouse was almost empty, except for two businessmen sitting across the room from them, arguing over an article in the newspaper, and the teenage cashier, who was looking quite bored. Ian also took note of a sharply dressed man wearing a suit who was sipping his coffee in the corner. This man kept his eyes on his drink, but constantly stroked his goatee
Ian glanced down at the menu that was placed in front of him, and quickly decided to have the French toast. Ian wasn't sure why this strange old man showed such an interest in him, but he did know that he could help him get revenge on Dave Seville, and perhaps gain back the living wealth that had escaped him once before; The Chipmunks.
Ian boiled on the inside as he looked out the window. He wondered if the old man had picked this place to eat just to torture him, seeing as the JETT Records building was right across the street from this dingy old diner.
He probably did pick this place just to get inside my skin, thought Ian as he glanced back down at his menu; he looks the type that would do something this sick.
Ian looked up again at creepy old man and he seethed with anger at what he saw. The old man was wearing a self-satisfied smirk on his face and seemed to be enjoying every moment of Ian's internal raging.
Ian's hands clenched around the edge of the table as his face turned red with anger. Everything I had worked for my entire life, snatched away by three talking rodents and a dirt poor hippie. Then, just to keep up public relations after the botched Chipmunk concert, my own company, JETT records, fired me! My own company! They even supported the idea for a restraining order against the Sevilles! So what if my next project, the Singing Squirrels didn't turn out all that well, I was still a valuable asset!
Ian's face got redder and redder as he recounted each one of these embarrassing aspects of his fall from grace. Finally, the Englishman decided to end his pain.
"So," said the smirking man, "What are you getting for breakfast?" Ian, who was expecting an apology, stood up, and bent down to speak into the old man's ear.
Instead of being intimated by the steady stream of cruses and threats as Ian had wanted, the old man seemed to get more amused by the second by Ian's angry speech. Finally, the old man pushed Ian away from his ear, and said; "Enough"
The creepy man opened his mouth with a barely concealed grin, apparently to further his humiliation of the pathetic man, but was stopped short of what he saw out the window over Ian's shoulder.
"Well that's an interesting twist," murmured the old man as he pushed Ian back into his seat. He turned to the former music producer, "Listen, I want you to go to the bathroom right now and to not come out until I tell you. There are a few people I think you might know coming into this restaurant right now, and I think they would be less than pleased to see you here. Go"
Ian, forgetting his anger to his curious side, whipped his head around and stared open-mouthed as Dave Seville pulled up to the parking lot with a car filled with six chipmunks and three adults. The Englishman nudged Ian to stir him from his stupor.
"Go!" the old man hissed, and Ian bolted from his seat to head to the men's bathroom.
The old man leaned back in his seat with a radiant, yet oddly disturbing grin on his face. He pulled his hat over his face, so Dave Seville's new wife wouldn't recognize him, and waited for the family to get out of the car.
Meanwhile, the man in the corner with the goatee got up and walked over to the Englishman. They both exchanged a meaningful glance, and returned their attention to the family outside.
The old man was happy that this particular member of his old gang had decided to come all the way to L.A. to check out this crazy idea that the old man had about talking Chipmunks.
The man with the goatee, whose nick-name was Danny Swift, looked back at the old man and whispered, "Is this it, boss?"
The Englishman knew that Danny meant two things; one, that this was the family that would make them all filthy rich, and two; this was the beginning of a long road ahead of them all.
"It sure is Danny. The only thing left to do is to watch, and let the pieces fall into place…oh, and of course I have to come up with a nick-name for this operation." The old man smiled to himself.
Danny grinned at his boss, "How does…The Mad Hatter sound?" Danny let the old man think for a moment and he returned his attention to the family, who was approaching the door.
"You know Danny, I like it," said the Mad Hatter, "And now with that taken care of," the Hatter continued, watching as Alvin Seville pushed with all his tiny might to open the door for his family, "Let the games begin."
The old man chuckled.
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This is it: I'm sorry if this chapter was too short or too…crappy for your liking. It's just that I've been keeping you guys waiting for this last update for far to long, and it just isn't fair to you. I'm also dead tired (I was at a party last night…and many other nights) and am too lazy to proofread and continue on.
Anyway, on a brighter note, I will be starting the sequel ASAP, but don't be expecting it too soon. I'm not setting deadlines for myself, or I'll get stressed. I be seeing you guys next then.
One last thing, sorry for all the typos. As I said, I NEED to get some sleep, so no proofreading for me.
Don't forget to review this one final time for me. Cya!
-hallhomestead